Wednesday, 14 July 2010

When you Love a Palestinian Woman

"When you love a Palestinian woman, the essence of resistance seeps into your existence; you comprehend the meaning of persistence. In her eyes you may see residues of a tear, but never a sign of fear. When you love a Palestinian woman, your heart is tuned to the beat of a heart that can never forget. You travel far; you walk the narrow streets of Jerusalem, in the footsteps of Jesus, carrying his cross, cleaning his wounds, wiping his sweat. When you love a Palestinian woman you love every wave that kisses the shores of her land, every olive tree in Galilee, every particle of salt in the Dead Sea. When you love a Palestinian woman, you love a smile mysteriously mixed with pain unknown to others; and a laugh that was choked when the land was separated from its faithful lovers. When you love a Palestinian woman you love a spirit that inherited the will to stand, and eyes that terrify guards at check-points, in a way no man can. How can any man love but a Palestinian woman?"

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About Me

Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].
Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.
Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.
This has been my life; I found it worth living
--By Bertrand Russell